bad boy

Chapter 5

You woke up in the morning with a big pain in your head. You groaned and rubbed your forehead wishing you hadn't drunk that much. Suddenly the memories from last night hit you and you just wanted to fall back and hide under the sheets. Why? Why did you do it? You slowly got up and were startled by your own mirror image. Your whole neck was covered by dark purple hickeys. You passed your fingers over the bruised area and your body was tingling because of the sensation. Oh my god, was this Yoongi? Or someone else? You couldn't really remember and felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You could never look into his eyes again without blushing. This was so damn embarrassing but you couldn't deny that you didn't like it. In fact, what you could remember, was amazing. He was amazing. A buzz from your phone made you turn away from the mirror. Oh no. Much to your regret you had to attend another award show today and he'd definitely be there too. You had to think quickly of something to put on to cover your hickeys and how you could avoid him. You closed your eyes and groaned. What a disaster.
Time skip
You hated turtle necks, you really did. But there was no way you could cover those hickeys with makeup, they were too big and dark. The usual hurry around you didn't bother you today, you just stood there nervously with your camera and hoped you wouldn't run into Yoongi. You were waiting for the performances so you could take a few snapshots and then disappear. You then spotted his group, but - where was he? "I didn't know you would also look hot with a turtle neck", a deep voice said behind you frightening you. Your cheeks flushed and you turned to the side to look at him. "I'm sorry", you whispered in embarrassment while he just kept smirking at you. "Don't be sorry for something we've both enjoyed", he said chuckling when someone called him for his gig. He took a last glance at you licking his bottom lip and then ran off leaving you completely flustered. He was badass and you liked it. You slowly approached the stage and took secretly some nice shots of him. He was really one of your favourite motives. You could see how hyped he was and how the endorphins rushed through his blood giving him more confidence. As you checked him out like that you didn't realize that their performance was already over and they walked off the stage. He noticed you watching him from backstage and smirked. And before you could leave he came over to you and overwhelmed you with what he did next. He did not longer care about who was watching and what could be the consequences of his behaviour. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and planted a gentle yet passionate kiss on your lips. You gasped and quickly pushed him away even though you wanted to give in so badly. "What - what if someone sees us?", you asked enraged and looked around petrified. Luckily no one seemed to be around and noticed what has happened. He took your hand and pulled you into a small room next to the stage and closed the door behind him. He walked towards you and you backed off with every step he came closer until you couldn't move an inch. He pulled down your shirt and admired his artwork. You bit your lip when he placed soft kisses on your neck going up your jawline to your lips. He leaned his forehead against yours and breathed heavily. "I like you, very much", he growled holding himself back from kissing you again, "and I really want you to be mine. I know you're scared to get caught but I promise I will protect you with all my heart, if you let me." This was what you wanted. You wanted him and you wanted to be his. You were scared, yes, but you gave in, for love's sake. You slowly nodded and his lips curved into a cute gummy smile. "Really?", he asked lifting your head with his hand on your chin. "Yes", you answered breathy and slung your arms around his neck pulling him into another kiss.